WO: Aside from the gnawing at the furniture thing, the constant defecating, the noise, all that stuff that drives me craaaaaaaaaaaazy? The moment the builders come through the door it’s like some herbivorous Jekyll and Hyde scenario — all tinkling bells, can I get you a tea or coffee? and grinny grin grins all over their chinny chin chins.

SM: Do you want to know what I think?

WO: That is the idea...

SM: I think you ought to be grateful.

WO: Whaaaat?

SM: That’s right. Grateful for all the help during a time of stress. Grateful for the cheery, smiley faces and the relaxing sound of bells. And grateful they stop all that defecating nonsense whenever the builders are there, which I’m guessing is nine till five, right?

WO: More or less.

SM: So, more or less, they do it while you’re asleep, so what’s the problem?

WO: What’s the problem? I’ll tell you what’s the problem—

SM: Okay, but it will have to wait till next time.

WO: Are we done already?

SM: ‘Fraid so. But look, I’ll walk out with you today. I need some stuff from the supermarket. We can chat on the stairs.